OMFG OMFG BRAZIL IS SO FUCKING OUT!
what the hell happened !!!!
that said, i think i should just quit school and make a living out of selling my predictions for the results of football matches. i am a happy girl because my extremely accurate guesses in the World Cup have thus far garnered me many MANY free dinners, free drinks, free ice cream, free kisses and free shopping sprees :D heeheehee.
p/s to all England fans : dont jump off buildings now! at least England exited putting up a superb fight. *doles out bangers and mash*
July 2nd, 2006
recently, i’ve started to sleep with the lights on. it’s strange because i’ve always been the sort who cant sleep if there is so much as a sliver of light coming from underneath the door or behind the curtains.
i havent been sleeping well either. 4 times out of 5 these days, i flop onto my bed just to take a break, but before i know it, i’ve fallen asleep. that means with my contacts on as well. so with the lights and my contacts on when i wake up, i see my room very differently compared to how i used to. previously, my room was always fuzzy and comfortable. now when i wake up, it’s a jarring kind of waking up, and the first thing i always think is, fuck did i oversleep?!
before i got my ixus500, i used to have an ixus400. but one day i dropped it while switching it on, and the expanded lens wouldnt retract anymore, nor could i turn the camera on. so my ixus400 was stuck in a pseudo operating mode, permanently looking like it is on but isnt really. after that, i put it on the shelves that face my bed, reminding myself to go get it fixed one day, but then when i got the ixus500 i completely forgot about it. so now everytime when i wake up, i see it on the shelves. it stares at me with it’s one-eyed open lens, sterile and cold - and it makes me feel like i’m being videotaped. it’s quite an eerie feeling. but sometimes i stare at it dead on. like i’m trying to tell it, i know you’re filming me.
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when i reach the apex of the situation, i cant say it. i just cant bring myself to. it’s not that i’m even fighting the urge or anything, cos there’s no urge. i want to just get this over and done with. but when i’m alone, things are different. there is an ease in how things are, and i can say whatever i want to say.
July 2nd, 2006
